The Revival System Made Me A God - Harem

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Eren stood in the hallway, the silence of the house pressing against his ears. He looked at Lala, his voice steadier than it had been in years.

"Okay, fine. I will think about it. I am going to change our lives because I am tired, Lala. I don't like it when you are always working. I hate that you can't come home with friends or live a life like your mates. It is not right."

Lala searched his face, seeing a flicker of something she didn't recognize. There was a hardness in his eyes that hadn't been there before the accident.

"I promise you I am going to change things," Eren continued. "Our life has been sad for long enough. Just try to be safe and make sure you are okay at all times."

Lala nodded slowly before retreating to her own room. Left alone in the dim light, Eren pulled out his phone. In the Omega sector, internet access was a luxury controlled by strict blackouts. He checked the time: 11 p.m. In exactly one hour, the digital gates would open for the lower class, and he would finally be able to research this "system" that had taken over his life.

When the clock struck midnight, he began typing. He needed to know how far this thing was willing to go for him. The first search result showed an amazing anime-style illustration of a celestial interface. As he dug deeper into obscure forums and archived threads, he realized these systems did exist in the fringes of the world, though they always came with a price. He didn't know the disadvantage of his own yet, but he didn't care. It had brought him back from the dirt. It had given him a second heartbeat. He was down for anything.

He scrolled through a comment thread where a user claimed that wealth generation was tied to "favor" and "charity." The logic clicked. If he wanted more money, he had to spend it on the right people.

He looked at his contact list. Aside from his family, Hannah was the only person there. She was the only one he could use to test this theory. He dialed her number, his heart racing as the line rang.

"I thought you would never call," Hannah said, her voice teasing. "What's up? Thank you again for the other day."

Eren smiled. Not long ago, he had been a complete pushover, someone people only noticed when they needed a floor scrubbed. Now, a girl like Hannah actually wanted to talk to him.

"You're welcome," Eren replied. "It is my honor to be of help to someone as pretty as you."

"Well, look at you," Hannah laughed on the other end. "You are getting better at complimenting girls."

"I know it is quite late," Eren said, leaning against the wall, "but I was thinking... would you like to go out on a date with me?"

There was a pause. "Wow. Sure. Every girl would want to be around a guy like you right now. I would love to go, but my parents won't let me out this late."

"What if I go and ask them for permission?"

"I don't think they are going to allow it," she admitted, "but it is worth trying, right?"

"Yeah, it is," Eren said. "But first, I want to surprise you. Can you send me your bank details? I want you to get some clothes to wear for when we meet."

Hannah sounded skeptical. "Eren, I have clothes. And besides, where would you get that kind of money?"

"Relax and trust me," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "I love surprising girls."

Hannah laughed and sent the details, not actually expecting a single cent from the "Errand Omega." After the call ended, she headed downstairs to find her mother. On the way, she spotted her mom deep in conversation with a man who looked like trouble. Realizing she might get into an argument if she interrupted, Hannah turned to head back to her room.

"Hannah? Why are you going back?" her father called out from the living room. "You came down for a reason."

"Don't worry, Dad," she called back. "Continue what you are doing."

She retreated to her room and shut the door. Just as she sat on her bed, her phone buzzed with an alert. She blinked at the screen, her jaw dropping.

[Credit: $2,000.00]

"How?" she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. "How can an Omega have this much money?"

Even though she was unranked, she came from a wealthy human family. She knew that tossing $2,000 to a random person was something only the elite did. It was suspicious, but when she saw the description, she couldn't help but smile.

Get yourself a good dress.

She quickly texted him back: Thank you very much, Eren. But I hope you don't get into trouble.

Back at the Omega house, Eren received the message and grinned. Immediately, the cyan screen flickered into life.

[Congratulations! You spent $2,000 on someone who likes you.]

[Cashback Multiplier Triggered: x10]

"Wow," Eren whispered, his eyes widening. "It is real. It is actually real!"

He started jumping around his room, muffled thuds hitting the floor as he danced in the dark. His balance had rocketed from $14,500 to $34,500 in a matter of seconds. He was rich. For an Omega, he was practically a king.

But the system wasn't finished.

[Congratulations! You have unlocked: Personal Transport.]

[Item: Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter]

"What? A motorcycle this expensive?" Eren stared at the image of the sleek, aggressive machine. "Can I liquidate this?"

He knew this specific bike was worth up to $11 million. If he could turn that into cash, he wouldn't just be a C-Rank; he would be rivaling the Emperor Guild.

[Notice: You cannot liquidate. Sports vehicles are not accepted until Rank C. You do not currently have the 'Piloting' skill. Liquidating now will cause a serious system error.]

Eren paused. The system was right. If an Omega suddenly showed up with $11 million in his account, the Emperor’s Guild would trace it back to his family in hours. They would kill him just to see where the money came from.

"Can I liquidate it later when I level up?" he asked.

[Yes. You can.]

A digital image of a key appeared on the screen. Eren reached out and swiped at it. The hologram solidified, turning into cold, heavy metal that fell onto the floor with a loud clink.

Eren picked up the key, feeling the weight of it in his palm. His life was moving faster than he ever imagined.

"Number one goal, check," he whispe

red. "Get a motorbike and a beautiful lady."